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“Would you have said yes?” Nabe asks suddenly. His eyes are cast down at his drink as he swirls the dark liquid around and around. He still has the undercut from his high school days, but his hair is long enough to be pulled back into a bun. Miyuki watches as a strand of hair falls free to frame the side of Nabe’s face. “Miyuki?”

He blinks and notices Nabe watching him. “What did you say?” Miyuki mumbles his words and they’re barely loud enough to hear over the music.

A corner of Nabe’s lips curls upwards into a wry smile. “I asked if you would have said yes.”

“To… what?” Miyuki internally flinches at how little he’d been paying attention.

This time Nabe rolls his eyes and Miyuki remembers all the moments that he had pushed Nabe’s patience in high school. “In high school. If I asked you out.” His clarification is a little clipped and to the point — the only indication that Nabe is frustrated with him.

Would he have? Miyuki wonders to himself. He looks at Nabe again, who has turned his attention to the room around them. Observing like always. He’s so similar yet so different from the young man Miyuki used to know. “Probably not,” he finds himself saying honestly. “I didn’t really have eyes for anything other than baseball then.”

“No?” Nabe’s eyes are guarded when they turn back to him. Miyuki thinks they look almost accusatory. “I think you had eyes for one or two others.”

This time it’s Miyuki who breaks their eye contact. “Maybe,” he admits. He must not have hidden it as well as he thought, or he simply underestimated Nabe’s perceptive nature.

Nabe waves a hand through the air in dismissal. “It’s fine.” He gives a rueful smile. “We were different back then, right?”

💘 Love Me Sweet 💘

For @/teauh2 (twitter) 💕 Here’s my piece for the @/DaiyaFem (twitter) exchange! Enjoy my first MiyuNabe piece ever!